Trevor Simson had never felt so humiliated in his life. Kurt ‘I’m so perfect’ Hummel and that bitch actress roommate of his clearly didn’t know who they were dealing with. As soon as he got home he grabbed his laptop and pulled up Kurt’s Facebook page.
Kurt had blocked him but had neglected to block his sister, probably because he didn’t realize he knew her password. In a few more clicks he had found Kurt’s new boyfriend. “Facebook official and everything. How cute.” He grumbled to himself.
He hoped to find some kind of dirt he could exploit but, the more he looked through this Blaine guy’s profile angrier he got. This guy was so squeaky clean he made Captain America look like a villain.
He sat with his fingers hovering over the keys for several seconds before he began to type, decision made. Kurt Hummel was going to regret messing with him.

Blaine leaned back in his chair and stretched. The journal that was looking to publish him had asked for revisions again, the third round of them. He had been working for far too long. On a whim he decided to check his facebook. He looked at the little red icon indicating he had a message in puzzlement. Trevor Simson’s name came up and he scowled. He really didn’t want to hear anything that jerk had do say. He was poised to delete it without reading it but he changed his mind. He wanted to see what this jerk had to say for himself.
Tired of the great white fairy yet? It read. Blaine was instantly enraged and deleted the message without formulating and answer, choosing to take the high road. He did block Trevor from his account however. He must have gotten Blaine’s email addresses before that though because he kept emailing both him and Kurt, trying to start a chat. Blaine tried to ignore them.
“I’m sick of your Ex.” he fumed to Kurt one evening. He had been pestering Kurt as well. “I wish you’d let me do something.”
Kurt laid a comforting hand on Blaine’s shoulder. “He’s done this before.” he said. “He’ll get bored if you ignore him, I promise.”
“It’s still frustrating.” Blaine said petulantly.
Kurt laughed. and cupped his cheek, forcing Blaine to face him. “It is.” He said, placing a kiss on Blaine’s brow. “But, we have so much better things to do” he kissed him again, this time on the nose. “Than worry about him.” he finished, pressing another kiss to Blaine’s lips that he clearly meant to be a small peck but Blaine had other ideas.
He placed a hand on the back of Kurt’s head and kissed him more thoroughly, sliding his tongue into Kurt’s waiting mouth.

Trevor had a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel of his car. He had been sitting outside Kurt’s apartment building for nearly an hour. Finally he saw him coming across the parking lot. He quickly got out of the car and half jogged toward the other man. When Kurt saw him he started to move faster, trying to get to his car. Trevor’s four full years of high school track where on his side however and he reached Kurt just as he went to open the door.
“Kurt, wait.” He said, a little louder than he had intended.
“Trevor if you keep this up I’m getting a restraining order.” Kurt said tiredly and tried to pull open his car door. “Wait.” Trevor repeated, running a hand through his short cropped, blonde hair.
After several seconds of silence, Kurt began to get impatient again. “I’m waiting.” He said, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Look.” He said, shuffling his weight from one foot to the other. “I know I’ve been an ass. I’ve been that way my whole life, but I really want to change that.”
“If you think this is going to get me to take you back—“ said Kurt, but Trevor stopped him with a hand.
“That is not what this is about at all.” He said. “I just want to…sort of make amends I guess.”
“Okay…” said Kurt. He had no idea where this was going.
“Look can we talk?” Trevor said with a sharp exhale of breath. “Somewhere that isn’t a parking lot?”
Kurt had never seen Trevor look this nervous. He supposed there wasn’t any harm in just talking to him, especially if it meant and end to the stalking. “Okay.” He said with resignation. “The Starbucks across from the theater. 7:00.”
“Thanks Kurt.” Trevor said, his features relaxing somewhat. “You won’t regret this.” He turned and headed back toward his car, leaving Kurt to stare after him with a half troubled expression.

Trevor’s talk, which Rachel was wholeheartedly against, was almost painfully awkward. He made small talk mostly, asking Kurt how he was and what he had been up to. There was a lot of, in Kurt’s opinion, unnecessary touching and personal space invasion. Tried to behave as though it didn’t bother him, however, he knew from experience how unstable Trevor could be an he didn’t want this talk to go in the other direction. When they got up to leave, Trevor hugged him, which Kurt grudgingly endured. He flinched away however when the other man leaned in as if to kiss him. “Trevor, don’t” he said gently.
“I’m sorry.” He said quickly. “I got carried away I guess.” He did that head rubbing thing again, and offered Kurt a soft smile. “Can you not tell Blaine?” about this whole thing I mean.” He said beseechingly. “I don’t want to cause trouble.”
Kurt furrowed a brow, “Blaine is a little more understanding than you give him credit for.” He said.
“Probably.” Trevor muttered. “But just in case…”
“Okay, fine.” Kurt said and offered a hand for Trevor to shake.
Kurt dialed Blaine as soon as he was in the car. “Hello there, handsome.” His boyfriend’s voice instantly relaxed him. “Hey.” He said smiling.
“How did the production meeting go?” Blaine asked. “Got another hit on your hands?”
“I hope so.” Kurt said. “Please tell me you’re coming over tonight. Rachel spends more time out than she does at home lately and that apartment is starting to feel kind of spooky.”
Blaine laughed, “Only if you’re cooking.”

A few days later Blaine was in his office, desperately trying to get things organized for the fall semester, when Tina popped her head in.
“Package came for you, Blaine.” She said waving the thin envelope.
“Thanks T.” he said distractedly. “Just sit it on my desk, would you?”
Tina rolled her eyes. “I swear I should get hazard pay for the week before school. “ She grumbled, doing as he asked.
“Would you settled for a long lunch at that expensive deli you like, on me?” he asked, shooting Tina a puppy dog look.
She smiled at him. “It’s a start.” She said. “Are you coming, Nutty Professor?”
“Yeah, just let me finish up here.”
“I’ll get my purse.” She said with a wink and disappeared down the hall. Blaine finished his thought with his lesson plans, then turned to the envelope sitting on the edge of his cluttered desk. “Do Not Bend” was written across the front in big, block letters. There was no return address anywhere. He ripped the top off and dumped the contents onto his blotter. There were two smaller envelopes inside. One was labeled “Step one: Read me.” And another was labeled “Step 2: Look at me.” Blaine’s heart sped up as he opened the first envelope. The note was short.
You don’t know Kurt as well as you think you do. I would say more but, a picture is worth a thousand words after all.

With shaking hands, he opened the second envelope, which contained a stack of pictures. There were all of Kurt and Trevor looking extremely cozy in a coffee shop, which didn’t alarm Blaine nearly as much as the final one which looked a lot like two men going in for a kiss.
“Are you ready to—Blaine?” Tina said. The look on his face stopped whatever she had been about to say. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
Blaine couldn’t speak. He handed Tina the note and the pictures. “Oh, my God.” She said, looking up at Blaine. “This can’t be for real. Kurt wouldn’t do this.” She said, laying a hand on his shoulder.
“It wouldn’t be the first time, T” Blaine said miserably. “I’m starting to think it’s me.”
“Blaine.” She said softly, “Don’t—“
“I think I’m gonna go home.” He said, standing so quickly he nearly knocked Tina down and heading out of his office.
“Blaine!” Tina called after him, but he merely continued out of the room and out of sight.